What Do You Mean a Dixon? Carl Grimes x reader
Carl x reader
Request: Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is daryls daughter and carl finds her outside the walls while he’s on a run. He ask her what’s her name and she says (y/n) Dixon and carl brought her to the Hiltop so she can see daryl
I’m sorry for everybody that requested a long time ago but I’m starting to have less homework in school so I’m going to try and write everyone's requests.
The gravel crunched under my dusty boots as I walked along the abandoned roads. I killed any of the undead hanging in my way and hid from any herds that might have been passing by me on the way. The trick to staying alive was staying smart, meaning don’t let emotions get the best of you. My mother died trying to take out a herd that my younger sister got lost in and they lost. I don’t know where my father is. He never came back from the hunt…
It was just me now learning by myself, scavenging by myself, and surviving all by myself. My skills in education are far lacking than what they should be at. I stopped learning in school when I was about 8 but kept learning with my mother during the apocalypse making my level at 8th grade instead of 10th, where I should be at right now.
My mother thought that her medical skills and herbology came before anything more, fighting was second, and learning in education was last if we had the time. We were good for a couple of months but when the undead started coming together to become big herds we had to stay in front of them, which meant constant moving around. But when the inevitable came upon our camp one day there was no chance that we could’ve stopped what happened.
Now it was just me walking to find a safe haven walking to find any sort of safe looking home that I could use as protection for at least just a little while. And that’s when it happened. I saw the tin glitter across the tops of the trees and bolted towards what might be my protection. There was a very slim chance that this was actually a place to stay, it was either that or it was a construction sight that had hundreds of the undead upon it.
The sight of tall tin walls and the sound of human laughter and the barking of a dog was heard my heart lept with joy of my recent discovery. The only thing I could think to do was find an entrance and go into it. To my luck the entrance was just around the corner showing bars and a thin layer of camouflage fabric. It honestly looked like it was safe and it sure did sound like it too.
“Please let me in!” I yelled rattling the brown bars that kept me from the inside of the walls. Before I could even call out again the bars rattled and a kid with long brown hair with sheriff’s hat walked out to meet me.
“Who are you and how did you find us?” He asked his deep voice sounding hostile.
“I-I saw the tops of the walls above the trees and thought I’d see if I could find some people here.” I explained looking up at him seeing as I was only at his shoulders.
“What’s your name?” He asked his voice sounding softer seeing as no one was behind me or waiting for me to walk in.
“My name is Y/N Dixon.” I said and his eyes turned from hostile to curious.
“What do you mean Dixon?” He asked moving his head back and forth in disbelief. “ You know what nevermind. You come with me. We’re letting her in guys. She’s a Dixon. Close the gates.” He said behind him as we walked inside.
“What is this place?” I asked as my bag behind me rattled noisily.
“This is Alexandria. You will be told everything you need to know when you meet my father. He owns this place now. right along next to Glenn and Maggie and Daryl.” He explained glancing at me before turning away. The name was known in my m ind but I couldn’t put it to a face so it just drifted a while.
The sights around me where unbelieveably as I say people drinking lemonade on their porch sharing deep secrets about their past life.
“Dad we have company. She’s a Dixon!” I heard him say as we walked up the porch and right into a house. The door was wide open and for a second it made me on edge but then I remembered that there were walls up and people on watch so the tension quickly fell from my shoulders.
“Daryl. You have company.” A deep country voice said.
“What d’you nee-?” A gruff looking man stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me tears forming in his eyes. After a moment of recollection I put the name to the face and realized…
Sorry for the sucky ass ending but it’s early and I’m just trying to get these done. But also trying to not let you guys down. I love you guys and as soon as I finish these out I will open the requests again!